The Walls Came Tumbling Down1946

Matthew Stoker:
That's enough, Rausch. Give him some brandy. Thank you, Rausch.

Gilbert Archer:
Did you find the Bibles, Holy Joe?

Matthew Stoker:
You know we didn't.

Mrs. Stoker:
We really must apologize for Rausch, Mr. Archer. He's our most devoted convert and I fear at times a little over-zealous.

Matthew Stoker:
The Bibles, Mr. Archer.

Gilbert Archer:
The money, Reverend. It will take me three days to get them, and I never work for less than four figures a day.

Matthew Stoker:
Very well. Here is a retainer of $3,000. You will kindly sign a receipt, just to make the transaction legitimate, which of course it is.

Gilbert Archer:
Where can I reach you?

Matthew Stoker:
You can't, Mr. Archer. We'll reach you when necessary.

Gilbert Archer:
The entire holy trio?

Matthew Stoker:
Precisely. The balance will be paid after you have delivered the Bibles to us. In the meantime, remember this receipt, if you should decide to call the police. My dear... [motioning for his wife to prepare to leave] Oh I wonder, Mr. Archer, if you would do me a slight favor.

Gilbert Archer:
Now just name it, Reverend. After all, we'll in business together.

Matthew Stoker:
Thank you. Would you be kind enough to mention in your column that the Reverend Matthew Stoker and his very charming wife are spending the season in New York? Thank you.